My son told me not to ‘spend my retirement recklessly’ while standing in the kitchen I had paid for. Then he slid a spreadsheet across my table budgeting the rest of my life. I set one small key beside his plate and watched his face change. He thought he was stopping an old woman from making a mistake. He had no idea I was about to stop being his backup plan.
The first time my son told me not to “spend my retirement recklessly,” he said it in the same voice he used when he explained phone plans to his children. Patient. Tidy. Already certain he was the smartest person in the room. We were in my kitchen in Tulsa on a Sunday afternoon, the kind…
